There was a tiny bit of awe in Dick's eyes as he gazed over the body that lay against him now. Did Tim not realize what Dick meant when he said that he'd never even looked at another male before. If Tim was the only one, then he was certainly worth looking at, worth being the first one that Dick wanted to do this to. Dick had been daydreaming about this for far longer than was bright, and now that they could have this, why wouldn't he be thrilled to have the body splayed out with him.
Shaking his head, Dick moved Tim and slowly kissed him back. Arms roamed up and around the lithe form, corded with muscles. Groaning out his pleasure, Dick could feel his body respond once more. "I can't help but want you. They might fantasize about me, but you're the only guy I've ever had a fantasy about that mattered. You're the one I've wanted to touch, to taste, to do this with, Tim." It's not easy for Dick to admit to all of this, but for some reason, it seems crucial that Tim gets it.
Leagues don't matter, and Dick would do away with them if he could. He would rather spend nights doing things like this or other more intriguing things. Let them listen to music and go to a club. He had a world of ideas for dates, but don't put him in the middle of a Forbes 500 and ask about sexy men and women. He'd look at the one boy he shouldn't while training or working over a computer and feel his world crumble a little.
Pulling at Tim's nipple, Dick licked his way back down from Tim's mouth to his neck. "I want more." He ran his hand down between Tim's legs again, carefully playing with Tim's sac, then running his fingers up and down those thick thighs with his curved nails, digging into the sensitive skin until they hit his stimulated sac again. He caught the edge of the perineum and ran his finger along and over it. Dick had never played beyond that but knew only his own perineum's sensitivity from women playing with it.
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Shaking his head, Dick moved Tim and slowly kissed him back. Arms roamed up and around the lithe form, corded with muscles. Groaning out his pleasure, Dick could feel his body respond once more. "I can't help but want you. They might fantasize about me, but you're the only guy I've ever had a fantasy about that mattered. You're the one I've wanted to touch, to taste, to do this with, Tim." It's not easy for Dick to admit to all of this, but for some reason, it seems crucial that Tim gets it.
Leagues don't matter, and Dick would do away with them if he could. He would rather spend nights doing things like this or other more intriguing things. Let them listen to music and go to a club. He had a world of ideas for dates, but don't put him in the middle of a Forbes 500 and ask about sexy men and women. He'd look at the one boy he shouldn't while training or working over a computer and feel his world crumble a little.
Pulling at Tim's nipple, Dick licked his way back down from Tim's mouth to his neck. "I want more." He ran his hand down between Tim's legs again, carefully playing with Tim's sac, then running his fingers up and down those thick thighs with his curved nails, digging into the sensitive skin until they hit his stimulated sac again. He caught the edge of the perineum and ran his finger along and over it. Dick had never played beyond that but knew only his own perineum's sensitivity from women playing with it.